The End of the World: At the beginning, I seized the SSS-level superpower

[Pig Clan: Grade A, Evolution 100/0: Strength 828, Agility 686, Spirit 1100, Defense 745, Awakening Talent: Grade A Pharmacy! Eye of Observation! Life Countdown: 287 Days]

The old pig tribe was wearing a tattered leather armor that had been patched up countless times and had long lost its extraordinary properties. Many places were worn out with transparent holes, and the intact places were also covered with oil stains.

His hair was disheveled, and blood-sucking fleas could be faintly seen crawling around in his dry and yellow hair.

A few meters away, Zhao Yin smelled a rotten odor.

This pigman is too old, his attributes have declined greatly, and his lifespan is less than three hundred days.

But he has mastered the skill that Zhao Yin has always dreamed of... refining evolution potions!

"My name is Zhao Yin, and I come from a world controlled by the human race!" Zhao Yin said.

The old pigman shuddered all over, and like a rabbit that had been frightened for a long time, he subconsciously shrank his body.

Seeing this, Zhao Yin subconsciously softened his voice: "I have been to the world where the pigs live and met the pig god!"

After Zhao Yin finished speaking, the old pigman suddenly raised his head and looked at him in disbelief.

At this moment, there was no more fear in the old pigmen. Instead, there was only endless sadness spreading.

If before, he was an old slave struggling to survive, then now he was a warrior who had lost his tribe and was gradually dying in old age.

The old pig tribe suddenly received this great news, and seemed unable to react for a moment.

"The Pig God entrusted me to go to a world without rules and let me lead the descendants of the Pig Clan there to leave the land without rules, step into the extraordinary, and revive the tribe."

Zhao Yin said to himself: "After I went there, I found that all the pigs had disappeared. In that world, there was only one corpse demon left. He was the former prince of the pigs."

When the old pigman heard this, he began to tremble all over.

"The old god is still alive? Is the prince still okay?"

His voice was old and sad, and as he finished speaking, his sadness became even stronger.

Zhao Yin shook his head: "Senior Pig God has been imprisoned by the rules for a million years, and now he is exhausted."

"As for the Pig God Prince... he reawakened the Pig Clan's true nature, but now... I'm afraid he is dead!"

When Zhao Yin left the world without rules, Prince Zhu was not dead, but it seems that he blocked the horrible thunder tribulation alone.

Later, Zhao Yin saw Lei Jie and even saw the old man Mo Junwang, but he never saw the prince of the pig tribe again.

"The Pig Prince told me that most of the Pigs were abducted by the Corpse Demons and brought to this world. He asked me to come and find them. For this... I paid a huge price!"

There was a hint of resentment in Zhao Yin's eyes as he looked towards the old pig tribe.

If he hadn't been forced by the Pig Clan Prince, how could he have ended up in this world?

How could he get separated from the girls and contracted beasts?

"As far as I know, a million years ago, the Pig World was betrayed by the Corpse Demons, and countless Pigs were abducted and brought to this world!"

"Three hundred years ago, in the world where the descendants of the pigs existed, most of the pigs were also abducted by the corpse demons!"

"Which batch are you from?"

Zhao Yin asked.

"To answer your question, sir, I come from the world of the descendants of the pig tribe. I have only seen the former glory of the pig tribe in the time and space left by my ancestors, and I have also paid homage to the ancestor gods!"

The old Pigman clasped his fists and bowed deeply to Zhao Yin with the greatest etiquette of the human race.

"Are you willing to leave with me?" Zhao Yin asked.

The old pig clan member showed a bitter smile on his aged face: "My life span is coming to an end. I am an old and decaying person. It is a great blessing for you to not abandon me!"

The old pigman's words were euphemistic, but what he actually meant was that he was originally a slave of the corpse demon clan, and was abducted by a new master. So what difference did it make what kind of master he followed?

What's more, his life span is coming to an end, and his obsession will never be realized, so he no longer cares about anything.

As the old pigman's words fell.

Zhao Yin only felt that a faint black gas slowly emerged from his soul.

The power of the curse that he had never been able to find before now suddenly appeared on its own.

When taking over the corpse demon's clone, most of the curse left by Prince Zhu was transformed into the clone's supernatural powers, but there was still a trace that remained in Zhao Yin's soul.

Zhao Yin could clearly feel that this curse was pure murderous intent, which even the corpse demon clone could not absorb at first.

At this time, with the verbal agreement of the old pig tribe, this trace of murderous curse broke away from Zhao Yin's soul on its own, slowly overflowed from the body, and dissipated into the air.

It turns out that he only needs to save one pigman, even an old and corrupt one, and the curse of the pigman prince will dissipate on its own!

In Zhao Yin’s mind, the figure of the corpse demon in the world without rules emerged.

He had a sad life. He was the son of a god, with the potential to surpass his father, the Pig God...

However, he eventually met a miserable end due to the schemes of the Corpse Demon Clan. In the end, they did not treat Zhao Yin too harshly... and even left him a chance of success!

From this sudden emergence of murderous curse, Zhao Yin was able to conclude that the curse from Prince Zhuo was not purely murderous.

In fact, he sacrificed the cursed power to himself in some way...

Zhao Yin didn't understand why Prince Zhu did that.

Is it because of King Mo?

If he could meet King Mo again, Zhao Yin would ask him in person.

Zhao Yin believed that one should repay a favor with an equal amount.

"Before you were kidnapped by the bandits, were there other pig people around you?" Zhao Yin asked.

"Reporting to the Lord, the pig clan is a slave forever, with no control over their own destiny. I was able to survive because of my talent in alchemy, but my fellow clansmen have long since died."

The old pigman said sadly.

"What level of potion can you refine?" Zhao Yin asked again.

"As long as I have the corresponding materials, I can make A-level healing potions and evolution potions." The old pigman answered respectfully.

There was a glimmer of grayness in his eyes.

Sure enough, both the human race and the corpse demon race only used the pig race.

All they want is their skills.

"Can't you refine S-level or above potion?" Zhao Yin asked.

The old pig tribe member shook his head: "My awakened talent is only A-level, and the highest potion I can refine is only A-level!"

Zhao Yin felt disappointed. Now, this old piglet could provide him with limited help.

But since he was rescued, Zhao Yin still didn't want to see him die.

He took out half a barrel of ginkgo wine, a brand new set of corpse demon armor, and a hundred divine coins, put them into a space ring, and handed it to the old pigman.

"The wine in there can increase your lifespan. Go find Song Xiaodao and she will arrange a place for you to stay!"

"Take a good bath. From today on, you are no longer anyone's slave, but my, Zhao Yin's, alchemist!"

"You can report the materials you need for refining medicine to Song Xiaodao and ask her to collect them, or you can go to Nanshan City to buy them yourself. These Myriad Races Currency are enough for you to buy any materials!"

"From now on, no corpse demon will dare to look down on you, whether in South Mountain City or North Forest!"

The old pigman took the space ring, took a look at it, and his eyes suddenly widened.

As an alchemist, he has a talent for detection.

He has lived for hundreds of years and is very clear about the value of ginkgo wine. This half barrel of wine is absolutely priceless!

The most intuitive one is still one hundred Shenji coins!

If Zhao Yin really treated him as a slave, why would he give him such expensive resources?

"Old slave Zhu Gang, I bow to thank the Lord for His kindness!"

At this moment, the old pig tribe knelt down respectfully.

Zhao Yin waved his hand and let him leave.

Zhao Yin was the only one left in the hall, and Zhou Lili walked out from the back room.

"Husband, it's time to eat."

Zhao Yin turned around, smiled gently, walked towards Zhou Lili, held her little hand, and walked towards the restaurant together.

At this time, except for Song Xiaodao who was leading the old pig tribe to find a place to live, Ah Hai's family and Xiao Yin were all waiting in the restaurant.

Just as Zhao Yin sat down in the main seat and was about to start eating, he suddenly felt a strong sadness spread in his heart.

The sadness was heart-wrenching and penetrated deep into his bones.

Zhao Yin's tears instantly appeared in her eyes and then dripped into the wine glass in front of her.

"Honey, what happened?" Zhou Lili asked.